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~Kendyl~
I am woken up by the sun streaming through the musty window onto my face. I groan realizing what day it is. Reaping day of the 71st games. See, I live in this screwed up country called Panem, which for the past 71 years has held a fight to the death between kids. They are required to be between the ages of 12 and 18. They are to be ushered into one square where one girl and boy are selected for death. I have to take Tesserae so I'm even worse off. I have a brother too, but he is 19, so he doesn't have to worry. I am 16 however, so I have to wear a semi-pretty dress, stand in a crowded square, and watch kids wail for their parents when their reaped. I really hope I'm not one of them. That would like, really suck. Anyway, I hop of my bed and slowly make my way to the closet. I really hate dresses so I have few. I settle on a faded lilac on. I rake through my spiky brown hair with my fingers. I some what make my bed and grab a pair of old white flats. I walk out of my bedroom and throw my shoes down by the door. I walk into the kitchen/dining room and look for food. It's a piece of bread with a mint leaf. What a great breakfast. I shrug biting into it. Its ok. I continue eating it looking for something to do before heading out. I see the clothes on the line are dry. I grab the basket and walk into my back yard. I set the basket under the first shirt. I release the clips and it flutters down into the basket. Moving the basket with my foot I repeat the process down the line.
After I'm done I walk back in the house and into my brothers room. He's at work. Figures. Picking through the basket I grab all of his clothes, fold them, and put them in the appropriate places. Same with my parents clothes. Then with mine. I sigh not knowing what to do. I pull on my flats and walk out of the door. As I walk on the path I make up my mind I cut across heading towards the woods. As soon as I arrive I walk on my brother and I's path. I come across home base. It's a huge oak that has many forks in the branches. We climb up it and talk and spy on people. Those were the days. Now I spy on him at work. I really miss having him with me everyday but when your no longer eligible you work. So I climb to my favorite fork and stand up. I can just see the lumber yard. I just can't seem to find my brother. A crunching noise below almost makes me jump out of my skin. I turn to see what it was. Or rather who it was. Its him! Its my brother! "Adam? What in the world are you doing here?" he looks at me as if im kidding. "Do you know what time it is?" he asks me. I frown. "Its time for reaping isn't it?" I ask. He nods. I grumble making my way down the tree. He takes a step back as I jump down. "Ready?" he asks. I nod and follow him to the retarded square.
I wait in line for my finger pricking. When its finally my turn they quickly prick it and direct me towards the 16 year olds. Like I don't know how old I am. I roll my eyes at the stupid girls gossiping. On a day like this? Are you serious? Whatever. I watch as our bright as ever escort, Tiffani hops up on the stage with her 8 inch heels. How in Panem does she walk in those things? The world may never know. Any how, she talks about the dark days and crap. I allow my eyes to scan. The mentor this year is as usual, Blight. Seeing as how there is no living female victor, were stuck with him. Speaking of victors, last years. That's what Tiffani is talking about. Some mad girl named Annie Cresta. She went insane after her district partner got beheaded. The flooded the arena and she swam to victory. She was one lucky girl. "Who's ready for the 71st annual Hunger Games?" she asks. No one does anything. Huffing she announces ladies first and digs her hand into the bowl. "Johanna Mason" I feel like someone punched me in the gut. What did she just say. Quick Johanna you need an angle. Tough? No you could never pull that off. Sweet? Yeah right. Weak? That might work. So I burst into tears. I put my head in my hands and sink to the ground. Im sobbing hysterically. The peace keepers have to carry me to the stage. Once im up there they manage to steady me but as they leave I go to the ground again. They sigh not bothering to try again. Tiffani tries to give me a sympathetic smile but goes over to the boys bowl. "Louis Maple" he's 18. He masks his emotions. Thanks you made me look great. I hatch a plan. Im going to be weak and a push over but when I get in that arena, well, heads are going to roll. So our names are announced once again and we are herded or carried into the Justice Building.
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~Kendyl~